jueves, 30 de agosto de 2012

Las palabras del presidente a Neil Armstrong en el caso de quedar atrapado e...

 
 

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via Sopitas.com by Pebito on 8/30/12

Neil-Armstrong-Luna

La llegada a la Luna fue uno de los grandes momentos para la humanidad. Lleno de dudas y riesgos, los valientes astronautas abordaron la nave y partieron para aterrizar en la luna.

Considerando que era el primer viaje a nuestro satélite natural, nadie sabía con certeza lo que podía ocurrirle a Neil Armostrong y Edwin Aldrin. En el caso de que los dos muchachos de la NASA se quedaran atrapados en la luna, Nixon le pidió a William Safire que redactara el siguiente discurso.

Traducción:

"EN CASO DE DESASTRE EN LA LUNA

El destino ha ordenado que los hombres que fueron a la luna a explorar en paz se quedarán en la luna a descansar en paz.
Estos valientes hombres, Neil Armstrong y Edwin Aldrin, saben que no hay esperanza para recuperarlos. Pero también saben que hay esperanza para la humanidad en su sacrificio.

Estos dos hombres están rindiendo su vida por la meta más noble de la humanidad: la búsqueda por la verdad y el entendimiento.
Sus amigos y familiares estarán de luto por ellos; la nación estará de luto por ellos; la gente del mundo llorará por ellos; la Madre Tierra llorará por haberse atrevido a enviar a dos de sus hijos a lo desconocido.

En su exploración, dirigieron a la gente del mundo a sentirse como uno; en su sacrificio, unen con mayor fuerza la hermandad del hombre.

En días antiguos, los hombres observaban las estrellas y veían a sus héroes en las constelaciones. En tiempos modernos, hacemos mucho lo mismo, pero nuestros héroes son épicos hombres de carne y hueso.

Otros seguirán, y seguramente encontrarán su camino a casa. La búsqueda del hombre no se negará. Pero estos hombres fueron los primeros y quedarán primero en nuestros corazones.

Por cada ser humano que mire hacia la luna en las noches que vienen sabrá que hay un rincón en otro planeta que será siempre humano."

Como bien sabemos, afortunadamente, el presidente de los Estados Unidos no tuvo que leer dicho mensaje. De cualquier forma, sigue siendo bastante fuerte, ¿no les parece?


 
 

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martes, 28 de agosto de 2012

Soul Mates

Forever Alone...

 
 

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via What If? on 8/27/12

Soul Mates

What if everyone actually had only one soul mate, a random person somewhere in the world?

—Benjamin Staffin

What a nightmare that would be.

There are a lot of problems with the concept of a single random soul mate. As Tim Minchin put it in his song If I Didn't Have You:

Your love is one in a million You couldn't buy it at any price.

But of the 9.999 hundred thousand other loves, Statistically, some of them would be equally nice.

But what if we did have one randomly-assigned perfect soul mate, and we couldn't be happy with anyone else? Would we find each other?

We'll assume your soul mate is set at birth. You know nothing about who or where they are, but—as in the romantic cliché—you'll recognize each other the moment your eyes meet.

Right away, this raises a few questions. For starters, is your soul mate even still alive? A hundred billion or so humans have ever lived, but only seven billion are alive now (which gives the human condition a 93% mortality rate). If we're all paired up at random, 90% of our soul mates are long dead.

an assortment of stickfigure characters, dying in a range of dates, from 63,556 BCE to someone who is alive (but only until 2014)

That sounds horrible. But wait, it gets worse: A simple argument shows we can't just limit ourselves to past humans; we have to include an unknown number of future humans as well. See, if it's possible for your soul mate to be in the distant past, then it also has to be possible for soul mates to be in the distant future. After all, your soul mate's soul mate is.

So let's assume your soul mate lives at the same time as you. Furthermore, to keep things from getting creepy, we'll assume they're within a few years of your age. (This is stricter than the standard age gap creepiness formula, but if we assume a 30-year-old and a 40-year-old can be soul mates, then the creepiness rule is violated if they accidentally meet 15 years earlier.) With the same-age restriction, most of us have a pool of around half a billion potential matches.

But what about gender and sexual orientation? And culture? And language? We could keep using demographics to try to break things down further, but we'd be drifting away from the idea of a random soul mate. In our scenario, you don't know anything about who your soul mate will be until you look into their eyes. Everybody has only one orientation—toward their soul mate.

The odds of running into your soul mate are incredibly small. The number of strangers we make eye contact with each day is hard to estimate. It can vary from almost none (shut-ins or people in small towns) to many thousands (a police officer in Times Square). Let's suppose you lock eyes with an average of a few dozen new strangers each day. (I'm pretty introverted, so for me that's definitely a generous estimate.) If 10% of them are close to your age, that's around 50,000 people in a lifetime. Given that you have 500,000,000 potential soul mates, it means you'll only find true love in one lifetime out of ten thousand.

a block of 10,000 blocks, showing one out of 10,000 finding their soul mate and the remaining being 'alone forever'

But with the threat of dying alone looming so imminently, society could restructure to try to enable as much eye contact as possible. We could put together massive conveyer belts to move lines of people past each other …

several stick figure characters on two conveyer belts going opposite directions, passing each other.

... but if the eye contact effect works over webcams, we could just use a modified version of ChatRoulette.

two stick figure characters, one on a computer and one standing behind them. the standing behind them says '...yup, another butt.' and the one on the computer says 'but it could be my soul mate's butt!'

If everyone used the system for eight hours a day, seven days a week, and if it takes you a couple seconds to decide if someone's your soul mate, this system could—in theory—match everyone up with their soul mates in a few decades. (I modeled a few simple systems to estimate how quickly people would pair off and drop out of the singles pool. If you want to try to work through the math for a particular setup, you might start by looking at derangement problems.)

In the real world, many people have trouble finding any time at all for romance—few could devote two decades to it. So maybe only rich kids would be able to afford to sit around on SoulMateRoulette. Unfortunately for the proverbial 1%, most of their soul mates are to be found in the other 99%. If only 1% of people use the service, then 1% of that 1% would find their match through this system—one in ten thousand.

The other 99% of the 1% ("We are the zero point nine nine percent!") would have an incentive to get more people into the system. They might sponsor projects akin to One Laptop Per Child (but with a sleazier vibe). Careers like "cashier" and "police officer in Times Square" would become high-status prizes because of the eye contact potential. People would flock to cities and public gathering places to find love—just as they do now.

But even if a bunch of us spent years on SoulMateRoulette, another bunch of us managed to hold jobs that offered constant eye contact with strangers, and the rest of us just hoped for luck, only a small minority of us would ever find true love. The rest of us would be out of luck.

Given all the stress and pressure, some people would fake it. They'd want to join the club, so they'd get together with another lonely person and stage a fake soul mate encounter. They'd marry, hide their relationship problems, and struggle to present a happy face to their friends and family. (Of course, this never happens in our world.)

All in all, the world of random soul mates is an even lonelier one than ours. I prefer Tim Minchin's take on things:

With all my heart and all my mind I know one thing is true: I have just one life and just one love and, my love, that love is you.

And if it wasn't for you, baby, I really think that I would have somebody else.


 
 

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lunes, 20 de agosto de 2012

Everybody Jump

 
 

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via What If? on 8/20/12

Everybody Jump

What would happen if everyone on earth stood as close to each other as they could and jumped, everyone landing on the ground at the same instant?

—Thomas Bennett (and many others)

This is one of the most popular questions submitted to this blog. It's been examined before, including by a ScienceBlogs post and a Straight Dope article. They cover the kinematics pretty well. However, they don't tell the whole story.

Let's take a closer look.

At the start of the scenario, the entire Earth's population has been magically transported together into one place.

several stick figure characters standing aroundThis crowd takes up an area the size of Rhode Island. But there's no reason to use the vague phrase "an area the size of Rhode Island". This is our scenario; we can be specific. They're actually in Rhode Island.

map showing Rhode Island and with a outlined section labeled 'crowd'

At the stroke of noon, everyone jumps.

the stick figure characters, who had been standing, now jumping in a variety of poses

As discussed elsewhere, it doesn't really affect the planet. Earth outweighs us by a factor of over ten trillion. On average, we humna can vertically jump maybe half a meter on a good day. Even if the Earth were rigid and responded instantly, it would be pushed down by less than an atom's width.

Next, everyone falls back to the ground.

all the stick figure characters now standing again

Technically, this delivers a lot of energy into the Earth, but it's spread out over a large enough area that it doesn't do much more than leave footprints in a lot of gardens. A slight pulse of pressure spreads through the North American continental crust and dissipates with little effect. The sound of all those feet hitting the ground creates a loud, drawn-out roar which lasts many seconds.

Eventually, the air grows quiet.

Seconds pass. Everyone looks around.

the stick figure characters standing around. one says 'why did we do that?', another says '...is this rhode island?

There are a lot of uncomfortable glances. Someone coughs.

same standing stick figure characters. one says 'I should get back to Dublin', one says, in Hindi, 'Where's the airport?'

A cell phone comes out of a pocket. Within seconds, the rest of the world's five billion phones follow. All of them—even those compatible with the region's towers—are displaying some version of "NO SIGNAL". The cell networks have all collapsed under the unprecedented load.

Outside Rhode Island, abandoned machinery begins grinding to a halt.

The T. F. Green airport in Providence, Rhode Island handles a few thousand passengers a day. Assuming they got things organized (including sending out scouting missions to retrieve fuel), they could run at 500% capacity for years without making a dent in the crowd.

the map of Rhode Island where the crowd was outlined with arrows signifying everyone trying to leave

The addition of all the nearby airports doesn't change the equation much. Nor does the region's light rail system. Crowds climb on board container ships in the deepwater port of Providence, but stocking sufficient food and water for a long sea voyage proves a challenge.

Rhode Island's half-million cars are commandeered. Moments later, I-95, I-195, and I-295 become the sites of the largest traffic jam in the history of the planet. Most of the cars are engulfed by the crowds, but a lucky few get out and begin wandering the abandoned road network.

Some make it past New York or Boston before running out of fuel. Since the electricity is probably not on at this point, rather than find a working gas pump, it's easier to just abandon the car and steal the new one. Who can stop you? All the cops are in Rhode Island.

The edge of the crowd spreads outward into southern Massachusetts and Connecticut. Any two people who meet are unlikely to have a language in common, and almost nobody knows the area. The state becomes a patchwork chaos of coalescing and collapsing social hierarchies. Violence is common. Everybody is hungry and thirsty. Grocery stores are emptied. Fresh water is hard to come by and there's no efficient system for distributing it.

Within weeks, Rhode Island is a graveyard of billions.

The survivors spread out across the face of the world and struggle to build a new civilization atop the pristine ruins of the old. Our species staggers on, but our population has been greatly reduced. Earth's orbit is completely unaffected—it spins along exactly as it did before our species-wide jump.

But at least now we know.

You did, this, Brandon.

 
 

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miércoles, 15 de agosto de 2012

Hollywood hace un cover de la mejor rola de los 90s

No-ma-mes!!!!

 
 

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viernes, 10 de agosto de 2012

Crónicas Marcianas

 
 

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Forget

Plutón! :(

20 Años de Sir Mix-A-Lot!

Yo lo que quiero olvidar es el estreno de Ep1 al Ep3...

 
 

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'Baby Got Back' turned 20 this year. My favorite nostalgia show is VH1's 'I Love The Inexorable March of Time Toward the Grave That Awaits Us All.'

 
 

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miércoles, 8 de agosto de 2012

Michael Phelps

 
 

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[shortly] ... he ate ALL of it!?

 
 

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domingo, 5 de agosto de 2012

Comic for August 5, 2012

 
 

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